Sun, Sept 28... What A Day!

Sunday.... we slept in... peaceful, restful, and still watchful (well, I was on hurricane watch). We didn't have to deliver until noon so we time to sit in the truck, talk, drink coffee and take showers.

During the trip to Waterville, ME, I googled the town. Again, I like port cities and their history. As I was reading the history... I recognized the name of the company we were delivering to! We're hauling scrap paper to a mill that has been a structure in Waterville, ME since the early 1900's... it was the Keyes Fibre Company (nicknamed "The Pie Plate Company") it became the Chinet Company and was ultimately bought out by Huhtamaki. Huhtamaki was our delivery point. I was looking forward to making our delivery so I could take pictures!

The truck stop was only a mile or so from the plant. We start making our way down Hwy 139 and we turn right on Hwy 201... I don't pay a lot of attention to bridges and overpasses generally... This one caught my eye!!!!

The sign says (the clearance is)... 13' 7'.... CRAP!!!!! The truck is 13' 6"!!!!!!!! Slow down, cross your fingers, cross your legs, cross your toes!!!!

Ok... we made it under and through... Whew! And just when you think it's safe and you can raise your head up.... here comes low lying bridge or train trestle, number 2!!!! No clearance sign at all!!!!! Being (what appears to be) eye level with overpasses... it doesn't give me a warm fuzzy feeling.
Oh yes! We made it under both overpasses and to the historical landmark I had read about. I'm excited, like a kid in a candy store! I'm looking around taking it all in, getting my camera ready and focused and then Trapper, unknowingly brings me back to the fact that I have a job to do... it was time to recite the driver directions, which driveway, what the dispatch said about the tandems... my historical picture taking will have to wait a minute.

This picture is of the "The Pie Plate Company", formerly Chinet... owned by the "H" word but still packaged and sold under the Chinet label. Our final destination.

So... we find the second driveway, slide the tandems to the back prior to docking (as per our directions)... this picture is of the dock around back. We need to turn around, of course... we're facing the dock.
The pictures look like there is plenty of room, but there wasn't. There are these "Cram-A-Lot" dumpsters sitting everywhere and this little fella driving the dumpster truck that keeps wanting to play chicken with us! After some twisting and turning... we are completely turned around and backing straight into the dock.

We dropped the trailer and now we can bobtail! Yes, I feel sightseeing on the horizon. But first, we must do laundry and run to Wal-Mart. We met a really nice man that works in the shipping department that pointed us to a laundry mat and we headed that way.

Next door to the laundry mat was the "Purple Cow". Talk about diversification. Looks like they serve a little of everything. They had a steady stream of customers, so it must be working for them. Laundry done... on to Wal-Mart. This was short and sweet this week... we still don't have our appliances because of the inverter problem. I hope we get to Joplin, Missouri soon! I miss being able to cook and it's nice to have coffee ready in the mornings.

We took the scenic route through town on the way to the Lobster Trap for dinner. I got my old building fix and Trapper will get his lobster fix!

The town of Waterville is a quaint town on the bank of the Kennebec River. In my years of "old building" photography... antique hunting, auctions, etc... I've never seen a "vault alarm" box attached to the outside of a building. This building was originally a Savings and Loan which now housed an insurance company.

Local thrift store

Various Pictures of Downtown

As we crossed the Kennebec River, looking for the Lobster Trap, this building caught my eye. It's an extremely large building right on the river bank. Researching the history... the building was built in 1866 and housed the Ticonic Water Power and Manufacturing Company. The building changed owners in 1873 and became a large cotton mill called the Lockwood Company. By the turn of the century it employed 1300 people.

The building is now slated for a major revitalization and will be developed into a shopping mall, small offices, and apartments.

Waterville's history also includes a gentleman named Alfond who came to town to marry the daughter of a prominent business man who owned Levine's clothing store. I wonder if these Levine's are also the ones responsible eventually for Family Dollar Stores? Dexter shoe company was started in this area as was Hathaway Shirt Company.

As we were sitting at the restaurant, I snapped the photo's above. And then... our attention was diverted to the waitress with our dinner!

Trapper had Steak and Lobster while I opted for ribs. I'm glad he was hungry... he had to help me with my ribs!
















We returned to truck stop to recuperate from our day and dinner! What an awesome day.

Sat, Sept 27.... Lobster Bound...

We ran our legal amount of hours yesterday which took us from Kentucky to New York.

Being pretty tired when we arrived at the truck stop, we ate, listened to the McCain/Obama debate and then we talked about the congressional bail out that is on the table. After deciding what congress should do and how the economy should react… we made the command decision that we should go to bed.

We started early this morning, knowing we had to drive our legal amount of hours again today. We drove through the remaining part of New York, Massachusetts, a little of New Hampshire and we are now in Maine!

We were excited to get this dispatch. CFI doesn’t haul a lot to or from Maine. Neither of us have been in this state before, so I did some research on the route we’re taking and we decided, if we drove smart and stopped little, we could stop and have dinner in Portland, ME. We both enjoy being close to the water… the seafood, the atmosphere, and for me… the old buildings… and for Trapper... sail boats. Port cities usually have an interesting history and always sail boats!

It’s been raining all day… we’ve been through some quaint places and have seen some beautiful landscape. We get into Maine and the temperature drops and it’s foggy and raining. The load must get there…. Regardless! We’re still on time so no problem…..





All this fog... we need this guy in front of us! We spotted (which wasn't hard to do) this truck last night. You could see this guy coming for miles!





I’m still looking on the internet at Portland, and where we’re delivering, and where the truck stop is that we’re stopping at tonight. I’m checking the map and listening to Fox News…. Trapper and I look at each other, puzzled like… "Did they say Hurricane? Where? … Maine??… WHAT????"

Ok, so, I should have been a weather person… Trapper says I’m a disaster tracker… I automatically go to the weather channel site and absolutely, positively, without a doubt… Hurricane Kyle… “Hurricane Kyle headed toward Maine/Nova Scotia”…. what the heck! We skirted around Hurricane Ike, two weeks ago, on the gulf coast… but we’re in Maine! Another hurricane??

We see the exit for Portland and our lobster dinner… we kept driving… both of us disappointed… it’s pouring down rain and a hurricane is most likely going to brush the coast of Maine Sunday night into Monday morning. We don’t leave until Monday because we have to get our reset on our hours in. The forecast, for where we are, is a little wind and a ton of rain.

As we were eating our Subway sandwiches... we hear on the radio that Maine has not experienced a hurricane in 17 years… we just grinned at each other...

Wed/Thurs/Fri, Sept 24-26... Over The Road 101

Wednesday, after making it through Texas and Arkansas we were headed to Tennessee. We started hearing this faint beeping sound that neither of us recognized. Of course, Trapper’s driving, so I go to the back to investigate. I’m checking everything, coming up with nothing, and then… the aroma of melting plastic…..

Trapper’s asking, “What is it? Have you found it?” All I can murmur is, “We have a problem… I smell plastic melting…like wires burning!” He gets us stopped and off the interstate. I turn around and see smoke coming out from under the “closet”. The inverter had burned up! The cabin full of smoke, we unplugged everything, opened the windows and vents, and just kind of looked at each other. Thankful that nothing caught on fire… we’re now appliance-less! Dang… we miss the coffee pot! We can’t replace the inverter ourselves so we’ll have to tough it out until we can make it to CFI Headquarters in Joplin, MO.

Thursday, we made our delivery in Versailles, KY. We delivered at a huge Sylvania plant and it was a live unload. Needless to say... I slept through backing in the dock. The picture was taken from the cab looking toward the street we came in on.








The second picture is looking toward the drivers side and the last picture is looking toward the passenger side.

There was "stuff" stacked all over and empty trailers, etc. This dock was a "preventable" waiting to happen. The dock worker came and knocked on the door and said we were empty and ready to go and he leaves. Of course, Trapper checks and the light is still red... we were still attached to the dock... now, whose fault would that have been?

We finished there and with no preplan we decided we had time to run me by the drug store. Google earth should have told me it was going to be difficult to get the truck in downtown Versailles. Versailles looks like Main Street, USA… two lane with cars parked in front of stores, low flying phone lines, and telephone poles on every corner. A trucker’s dream….

We’re on main street Versailles, I spot the drug store, and Trapper tells me to jump out and he’d pick me back up. (I should have asked for more specific instructions…) I walked a block, in the drug store, and back out. I wait around for a minute and I see the truck… a block away! Looking around and realizing I’m on the wrong corner… I decided my best bet was to start running….through the parking lot… cross the alley way between the dumpsters… stop and take the flip flops off… through the city hall back parking lot… and finally popped out on main street. I stop, look both ways and no truck!!!

There I stood… purse, prescription, and flip-flops in hand… hmmm… then I see the truck a few blocks ahead of me. Whew! He did come back for me, thank god! Being a little skeptical that Trapper didn’t see me, since I had changed locations… I let him get a little closer and then I took a couple of steps into the street and flagged him. He stops and I jump back in the truck. Mission accomplished…It was good to be back home!

We decided to try and second guess the trucking industry and head toward Louisville, KY in pursuit of a truck stop for the night. We get there, find one, and Trapper calls dispatch. We were then dispatched to Lexington, KY… of course that was in the opposite direction! We showered, ate dinner, and headed on over to Lexington, KY so we would be there for our appointment at 7:00 am on Friday.

Our final destination, for this dispatch is Waterville, Maine. 1100 miles and we deliver on Sunday around noon. It’s a drop and hook, which is always nice. We’re hauling scrap pieces of paper… 42,000 lbs of it! We’re already preplanned to leave Waterville, Maine on Monday to deliver in Michigan on Wednesday. We’ll have our reset on our 11, 14, and 70 hours…. Sweet…

Sat-Tues...Sept 20/23....Laredo, TX Living

We made it to the CFI terminal in Laredo, TX on Saturday (9-20) about 5:00 p.m. Being worn out from the trip from Canada… we dropped the trailer, took showers, ate, and hit the bed. Peaceful sleeping… we knew we didn’t have to get up Sunday. It was time for our reset on our 70 hours and we were going to enjoy it!

Sunday, was errand day. Laundry first… $10 to do laundry. You could nickel and dime yourself on the road, if your not careful. Laundry finished, we headed to Wal-Mart. We’re bobtailing so getting in and out isn’t that big of deal. There was a car that didn’t realize this tractor vs. their little car… the tractor would win… I was using hand motions to tell the driver to stop and he replied with his own hand motion… he flipped me off!

Grocery shopping at HEB’s (the local grocery chain) was too cool. Trapper stayed in the truck and spent his quite time. The store was like being in a Mexican grocery. I spent maybe an hour and a half in there. Cheap entertainment, I guess. We loaded all the groceries in their place in the truck, strapped everything down, and decided to go sight seeing.

Being 5-6 miles from the Mexico border… we headed toward the border. The downtown section of Laredo was actually part of Mexico until the late 1800’s when the USA decided the Rio Grande would be the border. The evidence of Mexico is undeniable. We started seeing “no truck” signs and decided it was time to head back in the other direction. Maybe next trip we can find a place to park the truck and walk over the International Bridge #1 and see Mexico for ourselves.

Monday; reset done, we were ready to go. Enough sitting, talking, and resting. At 3:30 pm we were dispatched… 600 miles to and from Houston, TX. We were relaying a load in Sealy, TX. We arrived in Sealy, at this tiny truck stop, and about 5 minutes later the other driver showed up. Perfect timing! We traded trailers, paperwork, and safe travels and we were headed back to Laredo, TX.

We got back to the terminal in the wee hours of the morning. Tuesday, we recuperated from the trip the night before. It’s been great staying at the terminal. There are other drivers around to chit chat with and showers are within walking distance. You don’t have to “pee on demand”… you can just walk to the restrooms at any time! Trapper decided to stay in bed and I decided to go shower. It’s so convenient you want to take two a day! As I was stepping out of the shower, I hear the dispatcher calling for Trapper on the intercom…. I knew we were on our way… and I knew I better hurry up.

We couldn’t leave until 2:00 pm. Trapper’s 10 hour break wasn’t up until 2. Two o’clock we were on the road again, headed to Versailles, KY. Pretrip inside the cab consist of all the Qualcomm messages, getting the map on the computer set up, set up the GPS, take out the trash, and make sure everything is strapped down. I still have post traumatic syndrome from the refrig falling! Let's get to Kentucky!

Friday, Sept 19.... Yee Haw! ... TN to AR

A lot of miles to cover today, around 600. We woke up this morning in Kentucky… we’ll go to sleep in Arkansas. We have to be in Laredo, TX in the wee hours of Sunday morning, but we’re going to try to get there Saturday night.

Some days Trapper gets up earlier than I do. It gives him a little time to himself to get his day started and a few miles of quite. I get up… on down the road.

This morning was a little different…still laying in the bunk, I noticed the road was extremely bumpy… then it happened… I thought Trapper had decided to go 4-wheeling in the truck…or I was expecting him to start yelling “yee-haw!” Kentucky doesn’t have pot holes…. they have sink holes! Whatever we ran over threw me up off the bunk! That’s when I decided to get up.

We drove through Kentucky and then through Tennessee. Tennessee has good interstates. You can type, pour coffee, and put on your make-up with no trouble. We stopped in Jackson, Tennessee and ate lunch at this little Mom n' Pop restaurant. Can’t beat good cookin’.

We’ve got a lot of miles to cover today, but we’re taking it pretty easy. I don’t think I got out of the truck a couple of days ago at all. You get used to it. It’s pretty cool. It’s interesting how you adapt to your surroundings…the truck becomes home.

We stopped at the CFI terminal in West Memphis, Arkansas. Good thing I know the truck number.. I would hate to get in the wrong one! There are all makes and models of tractors…but all red. Trapper says the rumor is that CFI (or Con-Way rather) may trade out tractors after the first of the year. He wants a T-660... 18 more inches … hmmm

Crossing the Mississippi River was nice to look at… I’ve only crossed the Mississippi further south, so of course… more random pictures.

We’re 120 miles from the Texas border. It’s been a fun day, we’ve laughed a lot and kept each other company. 600 miles, 3 states, and I think only 1 time zone… but I wouldn’t swear to it! LOL

Wed/Thurs..Sept 17/18... Canada

We left Franklin, KY yesterday morning (9-17) and drove straight to CFI’s terminal in Taylor, MI. It was cool and crisp this morning… having left the humidity in LA. (Yes!) The drive through KY and OH was really nice, except OH is 55 mph for commercial vehicles. The downtown skyline of Cincinnati is gorgeous.



We arrived at Taylor around 4:00 pm and dropped the trailer, went in and took showers, and bobtailed over to the mall. It’s nice to get out of the truck and move around when you can. We were dispatched at 4:00 am to go to Mississauga, Ontario Canada, to drop the load from Taylor.

I thought, before I actually started riding, that I wanted to come to Canada… 3 hours later… being held up by incomplete paperwork… I’m starting to have second thoughts. Paperwork… gotta love it! We’re sitting here waiting on the shipper to get the right information to the broker. We can’t use the internet or cell phone while in Canada… We could, but with the international rates we don’t. Instead we opted to sit here and solve the worlds problems, play solitaire, and work at deciphering the fuel surcharge.

We did make it to Canada (finally) and delivered the load. We were immediately QUALCOMMed to pick up a load at 5:00 pm in Cobourg… 88 miles north… and it was 3:30 pm. We were a few minutes late, switched trailers and on our way to Laredo, TX. Canada strikes me as a very organized and clean country. The interstate is not littered with construction or billboards. Billboards are 100 yards off the road and I was able to type without hesitation. There are no “rest areas”, as we know the in the states, but instead a “rest area” type set up with a small area for truck parking, car parking, and a store/restaurant. Very organized and clean. We made it back to the states early this morning. Good to be home!

The video shows some of Canada and please excuse the bugs on the windshield. Trapper says windshield cleaning is "housekeeping", I think it falls under maintenance!
(click on the arrow in the bottom right corner to start the video)

Monday, Sept 15... Post Traumatic Syndrome

We were at the delivery place, we spent the night in the parking lot, so we were on time. Coffee was brewing, a couple of other drivers came in the lot and we were chit chatting. All was going well. We found the shipping office and found the dock….The infamous Dock 45 ...A blind back... in between a parked trailer and tractor and trailer.

The Louisiana evil forces showed up again… Trapper explains that he can’t see on either side and needs for me to get out and help direct and keep him from hitting either the rig or trailer on either side of us. Now, remember... I was in a cubicle 8 days ago. This was another “refrigerator” moment. After a few attempts, he gets me positioned where he wanted me and the guy in the dock helped a little too. It was a memorable moment (LOL) and he docked perfectly.

I finished up my Qualcomm messages… "arrived at customer, checked in with customer, at dock…" we get unloaded and then we get the preplan for Taylor, MI. We had to drive 8 miles to pick up the load… what a breeze… or so I thought…

I perfectly navigated us to the WRONG location. The place I directed us was in the directions to be used as a landmark. We should have turned right, not enter!! I will be so glad to get out of Louisiana! Louisiana is not my friend.

We made it to the right shipper (finally) and we are en route to Taylor, MI. Every time we hit a bump, go over a bridge, and just road interference in general… I cringe. I hear noises in the back and look on the floor for the fridge!

Luckily we’re in Alabama now. I left the Louisiana evil forces behind us….

Sunday, Sept 14... Continued...

I was perfectly content, clean, and ready to move from our Hammond, LA truck stop that we had called home for a day plus. I checked the slow cooker and it was ok to travel. Trapper has warned me several times about keeping the appliances secure, closed, and keep check on the bungee cords, etc. All week I was sure to check and double check the cords when I finished in the back of the cab.

We pulled out of the parking space and I heard a strange loud noise in the back, but I didn’t jump up to check (my bad, I wish I had jumped!)… we came in contact with the second hole in the pavement and the noise that came from behind me…. Well, I thought the whole sleeper of the cab had fallen off!! It was the loudest crashing sound I’ve ever heard, outside of being in a car wreck!

Trapper glances up and behind me and the look on his face made me realize what I had NOT done. My moment of bliss had come to an end… the refrigerator had crashed to the floor of the cab and was in two pieces!! I almost started crying but Trapper was a gentleman and didn’t say a word. I swear I heard him tell me to “get out”… he says he told me to “sit down”. I was getting out though. I was already on the step. I thought he needed a minute. I knew I needed one. Unfortunately the fridge was messed up… good news… it still works.

The rest of the evening was spent trying to dry the comforter and sheet with an air hose hooked to the air in the front seat and with the air conditioner vent in the back. Needless to say, we’re in LA with humidity of 100%, it’s raining, and naturally at this point everything is feeling wet!

My parents always said I had to learn lessons the hard way. Tomorrow had to be better…. Or so I thought.....

Sunday, Sept 14... Truck Stop Living

We spent the night in Hammond, LA along with a lot of folks that are being sent to the LA and TX coast to help with the Hurricane Ike aftermath.

As we left MS, yesterday, we saw several convoys on the interstate of power, tree, and communication trucks. There were also the occasional Red Cross truck and flatbeds hauling everything from generators to telephone poles.

Today started great. Everything was going well; although, we had been at the truck stop for longer than either of us wanted to be. We were 25 miles from our delivery point, but again, we don’t deliver until Monday at 9 am. Trapper played around on the computer, I cleaned house, we went in the truck stop to shower, and then we did laundry. We got the truck back in order and I started dinner. Being very satisfied with my daily accomplishments and knowing that I had everything secure in the cab, I sat down and starting playing around taking pictures.

Trapper decided it was time to leave and go over to our delivery place and I agreed… this was when the Louisiana Evil Forces jumped in the cab with us.... continued on the next post....

Sunday, Sept 14... Living OTR

Living OTR… was I in for a surprise or what?

Trucking is much more than a job. This is an entire new lifestyle. OTR Trucking is a lifestyle of it’s own. It is it’s own little world that the majority of us, not associated in trucking, would never understand until we tried it.

When you have a typical “normal” job, you arrive at work at a designated time, do your job with it’s normal aggravations, get up walk around, go to a meeting or two, talk to your co-workers and leave. On your way home you decide to stop at the grocery, stop at the post office, and run by the drug store, being sure to park close to the door. You drive home and see your family, cook dinner, throw the dishes in the dishwasher while the laundry is doing in the laundry room, watch tv, take a shower and go to bed. You start it all over again tomorrow. Typically, your day and routine doesn’t change much.

Now… put all that into a day of traveling down the interstate from state to state. Your day never starts at the same time. It depends on how many miles you have to travel that day or what time you deliver. You wake up, throw some clothes on, and either take a hike to the truck stop or rest area facilities. Don’t forget to take the toothbrush with you! Hike back to truck and check the map to remind yourself of exactly where you are and where you’re headed! This has been challenging for me! I can read a map, but the software is driving me crazy. Trapper is much more accustomed to knowing where we are. 7 days, 10 states, 2 time zones, and a hurricane… ask me where I am…????

Stops need to be planned miles in advance. Not all truck stops are created equal. Some are large, some are very small and not very trucker friendly. We carry a few little handy books with us to assist in finding truck stops, rest areas, and yes… Wal-Mart! Wal-Mart is a truckers best friend. No parking close to the door... a hike through the parking lot is in order. Good exercise.

Housekeeping is the best part. Make the bed… 2 minutes, straighten up… 2 minutes, vacuum… 1 minute… that’s it! House is clean. 5 minutes, did it all.

Cooking is great. You can prepare a half decent meal with only a knife, wooden spoon, and slow cooker. The best part is the balancing act you get to do in the back just to get it in the slow cooker. Interstate only cooking for me! 65 mph, straight ahead, and no stopping and going. 40 miles you can have lunch fixed and dinner started. 10 miles you can have it all cleaned up, all the dishes secured in their place, and back in the passenger seat.

Laundry, well… we haven’t done that yet this week. This is on the list for tomorrow and it shouldn’t be too bad. You just have to carry everything inside the truck stop. Maybe I can get the laundry done while I take a shower. Well… I doubt it. We’re not in a huge hurry and we don’t deliver until Monday… so… I will be in the Shower 2 for a few!

Maneuvering in the cab is, at times, a little tricky. I’m relatively tall. I told Trapper today that I might be too tall for this ride! I don’t mind getting up to get drinks out of the fridge..s t r e t c h time for me! He says I have the harder job, but I can’t see how. He drives several hours a day and only gets to move around when we stop. That’s tough.

Living on the road is a balancing act. The same as you do when you’re living in a house together. It’s a complete lifestyle change. You have everything you need, just in smaller quantities. You live different and you have to think differently.

Sat, Sept 8... 7 days....

It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve been really busy. Getting ready to leave with Trapper turned into a small fiasco… but we managed nicely. I managed to get moved, but not exactly moved in to his house. I have several boxes to go through waiting on me when we return home. But, we’ll deal with that when we decide to go home.

We left SC on Monday, Sept. 8 enroute to PA. My first road trip was right back through Charlotte, NC. I should have known. We made it to PA and were sent to GA. Again, back through the Carolina’s. We are now off of the east coast. We left GA enroute to FL and now, Saturday, we are setting in Hammond, LA trying to decide what/how we will pass a little time. We don’t deliver until Monday morning.

This week has been really educational in a lot of ways. We are learning to live together in the cab, cook, clean, and synchronize our schedules. Due to the fact our relationship has been, for the most part, on the telephone… it is really nice to be able to see him while I’m talking now.


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Tuesday, Sept 2.... The Countdown

Trapper and I should be a reality tv show. I can just see the camera people trying to keep up.

Today was stressful. Trapper decided to change his normal route because of the remnants of Gustav. He decided to stop in West Memphis, AR, which ended up with tornado watches all evening. I was worried, but again, I'm a worrier. All turned out fine.

This weekend, tropical storm Hanna may impede our plans a little. Depending if this ts decides to become a hurrican and come inland on the coast of SC, then Trapper's family will be visiting until the coast is clear. If the storm goes more north, then I will be on the way to get my daughter, who is attending school on the NC coast.

Last week, when a wisdom tooth of mine starting giving me problems, Trapper said, "Don't worry about. If you don't get around to having it pulled at home, when we get to Laredo, TX, I will take you across the border, give you a bottle of tequila, and let Dr. Phillipe pull it." WONDERFUL! After we talked, it took me about 10 minutes to call and make an appointment. I was going to have no part of crossing the border, eating the worm, and seeing Dr. Phillipe. Having a tooth pulled rates right up there with being buried alive and drowning! But, hey, the tooth came out today!!! LOL

I turned my resignation in today at my real job. My part time job, I said my goodbyes over the weekend. It's been an emotional day. Only 4-5 more days....

Sunday, Sept 1.... Headed Home via Georgia!

What a weekend! I decided once Trapper told me he highlighted home, that I better get my butt in gear. So... packed up yet more stuff and headed to his house. I think I am getting down to the last little bit. I have 3 stacks... Trapper's house stuff, my Truck stuff, and my goodwill pile. My truck pile is the smallest. He told me today, "It'll be just like camping... you'll have fun!" He knows I hate camping!

He was finally dispatched today from El Paso, TX to LaCrosse, GA. He should be home on Thursday. I hope Gustav doesn't impede his travels.


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